Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cowsills,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Finger,
Hashim,
Charles Mingus,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
DJ Style,
Echospace,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Robert Görl,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
Tubeway Army,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Metal Thangz,
The Names,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.